When I Explore
The world I explore reminds meOf who I am and lends me
Glimpses of what I
Should do
And all I
Can resort to in thought is
How my life at home doesn’t fit
When I Explore
The world I explore reminds mePoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Birth Order Blues | 1 | 11/09/2010 |
Moralisticall y Insane |
2 | 08/21/2009 |
When Change is Needed | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
Transitional Men | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
Conjunction Function | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
Alive! | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Observation | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Lovers Under Umbrellas | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Do You Mind? | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Waiting Odessa | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Upscale Dilemma | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
When I Explore | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
You Will Always | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
Why? | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
What is Left | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Tiny Flying Fears | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Bitch | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
I Worry No More | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
Shiny Notions | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
Bubble Bliss | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
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